The man's handsome figure came into view as he stood at the corner of the corridor, gazing at her with a burning intensity, as if he had a thousand words to say.
Cecilia Vaughn pressed her lips together, tasting a faint bitterness in her mouth.
No matter where Adrian Law stood, he always seemed to shine, too exceptional—countless women in the world admired his luxurious status, his handsome appearance. Perhaps she was no exception to this commonness, but what Cecilia Vaughn loved most was his sincere heart towards her.
Or perhaps, the heart she believed to be sincere.
If a relationship is destined to be entangled with deceit and hypocrisy, Cecilia Vaughn wondered if such a relationship could be considered genuine?
...
Cecilia Vaughn sighed silently; for the first time, she was so timid and suddenly didn't want to face those matters.
Her mind hadn't decided what to do yet, but her body reacted honestly, choosing a direction opposite to Adrian Law.
